The Erotica of Al X
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Summary: Tom's secret - wearing his wife's panties - gets discovered by a friend of a friend, who then dominates Tom in his own house.
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"A Secret Discovered"
by Al X
We had e-mailed each other for a few weeks, Tom and I, and in those e-mails he revealed the details of his panty fetish. I knew his basic stats - height and weight - but had no idea what he looked like. Then one day, our paths crossed, totally by chance.
I was in his town having a beer with a co-worker, when one of his friends joined us at the bar. "This is my bud, Tom," our mutual friend told me. I immediately wondered if this was the Tom of my e-mails. Then came the second clue - Tom mentioned his wife's name, which was the same name as the e-mails. The final clue was this: my friend's friend had a panty fetish. Tom kept staring at the woman at the end of the bar. She was old and fat and not very pretty, but he kept glancing at her like she was hot stuff. And then I realized why - she had an inch of blue panties sticking out of her slacks and it turned him on (I saw the bulge in his pants).
I had used an alias in our e-mails, so he had no clue who I was. Anonymity can be power, and I planned to exploit my secret knowledge.
When the three of us left the bar and headed to our cars, our mutual friend invited himself back to Tom's place to catch the end of the ballgame. Tom's wife wasn't home, so he said OK. He didn't even mind me tagging along. And that was how I found myself in Tom's home.
We had a few beers and all of us were feeling a bit loose, enjoying the buzz. Tom was enjoying a special secret thrill - he was wearing under his jeans a pair of his wife's panties. That morning he had put on a full-bottom white cotton panty, never imagining how the day would turn out. All the time Tom had spent doing guy things - drinking beer, watching the game, shooting the shit - his cock was encased in soft cotton panties. Twice I caught him touching himself when he thought no one was looking.
Our mutual friend had to leave before the game ended (his wife had called his cel) but Tom told me to stay and finish the game. But he was only being polite; he really wanted to be alone. He wanted to take off his pants and jerk off into those panties.
I tried to get him even more excited. When a beer ad came on featuring some sexy girls, I said, "Man, look at the ass on that one. Firm and ripe. I'd love to see her bent over, wearing a sexy black thong." Seeing a growing erection in his pants, I knew he couldn't stand it much longer. "I wonder what those cheerleaders are wearing under those skirts?" I knew he was only pretending to watch TV; what he was really thinking about was wrapping the panties around his dick and cumming in them.
The man needed release.
"I'll be right back," he told me a few minutes later.
I watched him walk up the stairs, then heard a door close upstairs. I crept up the staircase quietly, glad the steps were carpeted and didn't squeak. In what was surely the bathroom, I heard him moving around. When I knelt before the door and peeked through the keyhole, I saw just what I expected to see: Tom had dropped his pants to his knees and was massaging his cock through the panty.
I stood up and grasped the doorknob. I turned it ever so slowly, and was relieved to feel the door open a sliver - he had rushed to the bathroom, and was so exited he forgot to lock the door! Everything was working to plan. Now it was time to take control.
I opened the door, pretending as if I didn't know the room was occupied. "Is this the bathroom--" I looked at him, then down at his panties, and acted shocked, "What the -?"
He panicked and struggled to pull his pants up, not wanting another man to see him like this. "Get out!" he shouted, thinking I would respect his privacy. I didn't. And seeing me just stand there, not getting out, he got angry. "I said Get Out, Al."
I laughed and shook my head.
He had the pants up to his thighs. He was getting angrier. "Get out - now!"
I put my hands on my hips and with a commanding voice said, "Don't tell me what to do." I glanced down towards his crotch. "Are those women's panties?"
He shook his head, surely wanting this to be over, wanting me out of his house, out of his life.
"They are, aren't they? They're pretty white cotton panties. "
"Please leave," he said meekly. "Go."
"Those are what girls wear over their pussies."
"Please-"
"Do your friends know you're a transvestite, Tom? Does your wife know you're a fag?"
"I'm not a-"
"Does your boss know? Does anyone know?"
"No. Please go. Just go. I want you-"
"Look at me," I commanded, and he did. He sized me up, and saw that I was serious. "If you don't want your friends to know, if you don't want your boss to know, if you don't want your wife to know, then you will obey me. Do you understand, Tom?"
Surely he found this unbelievable. Not only had his secret been discovered, but he was about to loose total control of the situation.
"Do you understand what will happen if you don't obey me?"
"Obey you? What the hell are you-"
I spoke louder, more forcefully. "Do you understand what I will do if you don't obey me?"
He glared back at me, but realizing he had no other option he gave in. His eyes softened. His body seemed to deflate. "Yes," he answered, submitting. "I understand."
I examined the situation, staring at him in his panties. "Does your wife know you sneak into her panty drawer and dress up in her panties?"
He shook his head, praying she would never find out.
"Take me to your bedroom."
"Please, can't we just-"
"If you say one more word I will leave. I will leave and go to where your wife works and tell her how dressing up like a woman gets your little cock hard. And then I'll go to where you work and tell them how pretty you look in panties. Is that what you want?" He looked as if he were about to cry. I almost took pity on him. But I didn't because I knew that secretly he wanted what I was about to give him. "So, Tom. Do you want me to leave, or do you want me to stay."
A pause, then: "Stay."
"Good. Now take the pants off, Tom. I want a better view of your panties. " I watched as he slid the jeans down. He kicked off his sneakers, and left the jeans on a pile on the floor. "Take off the shirt." When he finished he stood before me, naked except for his wife's white panties. His nipples were hard, his eyes glued to the floor. He felt exposed, ashamed, scared, and yet his cock was fully engorged, already leaking pre-cum. He was such a panty slut.
I looked him up and down. I had him put his hands at his side, then instructed him to turn around so I could see the panties wrapped around his ass. "Nice," I said. "Very nice, Tom. Now take me to the bedroom." As he led me there, I watched his cheeks wiggle in the panty, imagining how he would look fully dressed as a girl.
He waited by the door while I breezed past and sat on the bed, making myself comfortable. I gave the room the once over. "Where is your wife's panty drawer?" I watched as he pointed to the dresser. "I'm sure you spend a lot of time there. Show me her pretty little panties."
He was nervous, but he obeyed. He walked to the dresser, opened the top drawer, and took out the panties and thongs, holding each one up. I queried him: "Have you worn that one?" "How did that thong feel?" "Did you feel pretty in that one?" "How does your cock feel against that fabric?" He answered honestly, revealing all the details of his fetish. He was relaxed, now, beginning to enjoy this. It was his favorite panty, and he smiled as he held it in his hands. "What time does your wife come home?"
"Not till tonight. Late."
"So, you're the only girl in the house now. And this afternoon you're going to be my girl. Do you understand?" My voice made it clear that there was only one correct answer. "And what will you do?"
He swallowed hard, then look down at the floor. "Anything you want."
"Look up." I waited until he glanced into my eyes. "Tell me what you want."
I remembered all his e-mails, so I knew what he wanted. I knew what he had wanted for years, what he had wanted since the first time he wore a pair of sexy panties. Tom hesitated, but then he let himself go. "I want to be your panty slut."
"Doesn't it feel good to admit it? To let the truth out?" I watched as he smiled a small smile of relief. "And now it's time to dress like the panty slut you are. Does you wife have stockings?"
Hearing this excited him. He had worn her stockings before and loved the feel of them against his skin. In another drawer he found a pair of black crotchless fishnet stockings.
"Your wife likes to dress like a slut. And so do you…"
He looked at me, then slipped the stockings on and pulled the waistband up to his hips. The fishnet covered his legs, the black contrasting nicely with the white panties. He glanced at his reflection in the dresser mirror, and noticed my reflection nodding in approval.
"A bra?"
From another drawer he found a sexy black bra. He held it up for my approval. He put it on, and again checked himself in the mirror.
"Girls dressed like this when they're horny. Are you a horny girl, Tom?"
He reached down and rubbed his cock through the panties. "I'm a very horny girl."
"Horny girls look pretty in skirts," I said. "Something short and sexy. Something slutty. And heels."
He disappeared in the walk-in closet, where he rummaged around, apparently finding his wife's short black miniskirt and a pair of black heels. He had never gone this far in his cross-dressing. I'm sure he was glad I was taking him to the next level. He dressed in the closet, then shyly stepped out.
He looked hot, and he could tell from my smile and the bulge in my pants that I liked what I saw. "Come here," I commanded, and he walked towards me, unsteady in the heels. When he was directly in front of me, I had him turn around, with his back to me, with him facing the mirror. I stood up behind him. My stomach was against his back, and my bulge pressed against his ass through the skirt. I pulled him closer until his head rested against my shoulder. "Can feel what you do to me?"
"I'm getting your cock hard," he bragged. His ass began to gyrate slowly, up and down, rubbing my cock through my pants.
"You are such a slut!" My left hand reached up to his face until my index finger found the side of his mouth. I moved it to the center of his lips, which he instantly opened. My finger entered his mouth. "Is my girl a horny little cocksucker?"
To answer he began to suck my finger, slowly at first, then faster, twirling his tongue around it, surely wishing it was my cock in his mouth.
"Have you ever sucked a cock before?"
"No."
"So mine will be the first?"
"Yes!"
As he sucked my finger, my left hand explored his belly, then slid under the black bra, my thumb and forefinger feeling his nipple. I rubbed it gently, getting it hard. He closed his eyes and gave into the sensations -- my cock against his ass, him sucking my finger like a tiny cock, his nipple growing harder.
I moved my face until my mouth was against his ear, which I lightly nibbled. "You're such a pretty girl."
He was in heaven, not sure it could get any better. But it did. For this was when I moved my left hand from his nipple to his belly, then down under his skirt, to his panty-covered cock. I grabbed it firmly, my fingertips reaching to cup his balls. I squeezed his cock, then moved my hand up and down, forcing the top of the panty down to expose the head of his cock, which I instantly grabbed with my fingers, tweaking it.
"I want you to cum for me, baby." I took my right hand from his mouth and let it fall down his naked back, over his skirt. It landed on the back of his thigh, then explored his panty-covered ass cheeks. I palmed one cheek, squeezing it, massaging it, then did the same to the other cheek. He moaned, anticipating what I'd do next. Which was this: I positioned my hand over the center of his ass, and let my middle finger ride the crack of his ass through the panties. Up and down it ran, pushing the panty into his crack, deeper, until my panty-covered finger found his hole.
He was close to cumming. His head was still resting on me, his body pressed against mine, his knees weakened as I stroked his cock with one hand, and his asshole with the other. "Cum for me, sweetheart," I whispered. "You're a hot slut ready to cum in your wife's nice panties." As he felt the pressure building, he pushed his ass into me, forcing my finger deeper into his crack. My other hand gripped him tighter, and faster.
And this was when I removed my finger and brought it up to his mouth. "Get it good and wet," I told him, "so I can finger-fuck your ass." It had a faint odor of shit, but he didn't care. He worked up a mouthful of spit and then got my finger good and wet. I moved my hand down and slipped the finger under the panty waistband.
"Fuck me, Al. Please fuck me."
And soon my finger dug into his asshole. Both hands were touching him now, one stroking him fast and heavy, the other exploring his asshole, and he began to pulse and throb, until his cum erupted and covered the inside of his wife's white cotton panty. The warm liquid soaking through, and filling it up, until he felt it dripping onto his cock and balls.
And he knew I was ready to come, too, he felt my hard cock against his ass. So I pushed him forward until he was leaning face down against the dresser. I lifted his skirt and quickly opened my pants. I dropped my underwear and set my cock free. "I am going to cum on your panties," I told him.
"On my wife's panties."
I started to stroke myself, and he pushed his ass out to me until he felt the tip of my cock beating against the fabric. When I was about to cum I pushed my cock under the panty band so that my cock was lining his ass crack and suddenly he felt hot cum all over his ass. A few seconds later a second, smaller burst of cum came out.
We were both exhausted. I slipped my cock from out of his panties and rubbed the tip against the back of them. I fell back onto the bed. He stood at the dresser, his wife's panties covered in cum in the front and in the back. He stared at me in the mirror, as I spread my legs. He watched as my cock started to soften. "Come clean me," I told him.
From the panty drawer he took out another pair of panties, a Victoria's Secret thong, and then knelt before me. Cleaning me up was the least he could do. With one hand he reached for my cock, the first time he had ever touched another man. With the other he dabbed me clean. It turned him on to smell me, to feel me. He had a sudden desire to please me, to taste me, to suck my cock until it was hard again so that I could cum in his mouth. But as he moved his head closer I pushed him away. "Not this time, Tom."
"Next time?"
"Next time, what?"
"Next time can I suck your cock? Please?"
"Of course you can." And as he proceeded to clean me off, I stroked his hair. "You've been a very good girl, Tom. A very good girl."
THE END
Written during October, 2006 / Revised December 4, 2006
The author welcomes your comments and suggestions for future stories.
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